Deep Sea Tundras - Chester Watson

I’m a god

I’m a god

Hard to convince me that I’m not

Feel the wrath of a…

Feel the wrath of a self-proclaimed pharaoh of the future

help curate my sanity

Cause the acid’s taking its toll

Like a slaying a dragon faking its fall

I’m lagging, waiting for gold

Gotta go and get it and

I’ve been obsessed with time for a minute

But time isn’t a vector, no

Time isn’t a scalar, no

Time is just perspective

And I feel the thoughts are dated

But I still think like I’m already sedated

But I’ll still drink liquor with my niggas and some bitches if the meal’s free

«Don't drink on an empty stomach»

I’ll still drink Henny with my balling brother Nick

Bosnia flow

Sketchy like I bought it from this bitch chilling in West Lawson and Fifth Ave

Not afraid to admit it waiting if I slip

But see nigga I haven’t slipped yet

I’ll get your ship wrecked

Or captured and thrown over board

I’m a god

I’m a god

Hard to convince me that I’m not

Feel the wrath of a…

Feel the wrath of a world renowned enigma

Waiting on the social stigma flip

Just to remember when my psyche wasn’t interesting to those

Who carry pseudo oaths as a daily accessory

And they steady assessing me for closure

Thought these doors open

(Fuck this shit)

I’m a god

I’m a god

Hard to convince me that I’m not

Feel the wrath of a…

I’m a god

I’m a god

Hard to convince me that I’m not

Feel the wrath of a…